Change of Scene!

No, really we've got to change the fucking set before the act is over...

I have a comfy corner! It's upstairs at Baine's, and since I spent all day Sunday huddled in it I now claim it as mine. I have the left end (with arm rest) of this ancient corduroy? couch, that when you sit on it sinks half a foot, creating a butt chasm. I then fold both legs over each other and rest my laptop on top. Unfortunately, I'm making due with a folding chair as my coffee table, but Generic White Coffee Mug doesn't mind. It also is set so far back in the room that only on closer inspection can you see me, tap taping away in my cute little elf shoes.

IMA MAKE PUMPKIN BREAD AND THIS IS NOT COPYING BECAUSE THERE'S EXTRA PUMPKIN IN THE FRIDGE FROM PUMPKIN PANCAKES THE OTHER DAY. THERE WILL BE NO NUTS IN PUMPKIN BREAD. YUCK.

So, also, I've been thinking about what I need in the case of a zombie apocolypse, and since I obviously have guns and ammunition I need to ensure my own safety from possibly faulty clothing.

There is no clothing at Urban Outfitters suitable for the zombie apocolypse.

Scenesters die first. People that call scene kids "scenesters" probably die first as well.

I think that from now on I'm going to buy hiking//running boots for my only footwear, because the first rule of the zombie apocolypse is CARDIO. And I really can't run in TOMS. Guess what happens to all the third world inhabitants that TOMS helps shod? THEY GET NOM NOMMED BY ZOM ZOMS. Sorry.

All houses with windows must go.

Where's the nearest CDC?

I'll need almost 200 gallons of gasoline.

And a pick axe.
ROAR.